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Ode to Bill Cosby – Chocolate Cake for Breakfast

There is an endless supply of ill fated cooking attempts with me as the star. This one just happens to be a tribute to Bill Cosby who once served his kids chocolate cake for breakfast.

No one was threatening me with a bucket of ice water, I just wanted chocolate pancakes. Couldn’t be that hard right? Well I rummaged around in the pantry and found muffin mix. On the back of the mix was a picture of a chocolate bread loaf so clearly this was a multipurpose mix. I poured it in a bowl, added the right amount of milk and poured it into a pan. It was so thin it might as as well have been a crepe with mountains of chocolate chips sitting in the middle like pyramids. So I added more. In fact… I poured in the whole bowl. Mistake number two. This is the point of no return. I could have poured the mix into the muffin tin and saved breakfast, but I did not. I decided if I could not make pancakes, I was going to make a cake… on the stove.

It doesn’t look too bad does it? I thought it was going pretty well. I stuck a knife in it every couple of minutes to see if the middle was cooked all of the way through (I’m not totally oblivious), but after an hour the knife was still not coming out clean. I adjusted the heat and left it alone until this horrible burning smell wafted into the living room. Rushing back into the kitchen I flipped the burner off as fast as I could and surveyed the damages. The knife came out clean, so there was no point in throwing the whole thing away. I’m Scottish, we don’t throw away perfectly good food.

I scraped out what I could.

Needless to say, it looked horribly unappetizing. I took a fork and a knife, I squished it together an voilà! An entire package of muffin mix makes one medium piece of cake and not a very tasty piece at that. The next time I’m craving pancakes, it looks like it’s IHOP for me.

18 thoughts on “Ode to Bill Cosby – Chocolate Cake for Breakfast”

❤ It's genetic. My mom got up to make oatmeal, heated up the milk, made coffee, measured the oatmeal and promptly poured the oatmeal into the coffee. She said it wasn't terrible, just coffee flavored oatmeal.

Doesn’t it! Hind sight is 20-20. All my ideas seem exceptionally reasonable as I’m contemplating them. It might have worked on a lower heat, but then the middle might never have cooked through or I could have starved waiting for it.

I’m glad I ran into your blog as well, thank you for returning the favor.

ROFL. You Just reminded me of a recurring dream I was having near the end of college. I was running late for work so I got a to-go box from the school cafeteria. I hate half of the turkey burger and threw the rest out the window because I didn’t want it stinking up my car. Red and blue lights flashed behind me as I was pulled over and the cop asks if I know why I’m being pulled over. I told him no because I knew I wasn’t speeding and he starts to write me a ticket for littering.. I’m not one to argue with cops but in the dream I was feeling particularly bold so I point out that I only threw food out the window, the box itself was still on my feet and he was like, “no ma’aam. That’s school cafeteria food, that stuff’s not biodegradable.”

Oh I just left you the link too ’cause your thread came up on my feed before this one did lol. Ignore it. ❤ Bill Cosby was amazing. I not only loved his TV show but I saw him in "concert" once for lack of the right word and for some "unknown" reason, people around us didn't appreciate us saying the stories with him. Go figure. We also had several casetts and records. I think my favorite is "Noah."